Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Real Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
New Order,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Can,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
In Retrospect,
Godley & Creme,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.